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Chapter 1107 Salman Shizi
At dawn, Hajim, who was holding a horse and holding a spear, stood under the closed city gate of Bat, and buckled the pointed helmet tied with white cloth on his head anxiously.

The only remaining four hundred cavalry in the city lined up behind him silently. Those with helmets tied white cloth strips on their helmets, and those without helmets wrapped white turbans around their heads. The old and the young, the old people leaned on wooden sticks or clenched kitchen knives, watching their backs numbly.

There was a thick fog in the air, and this was indeed a day suitable for raids—as long as they could approach the enemy quietly, their charge would bring death, injury and confusion to the Mughal garrison left behind.

But today is also not suitable for a surprise attack, because the thick fog also makes them unable to see the Ganges River in the north, and the situation like a fairyland in the clouds makes them not sure whether the letter last night is a real scene or just a dream.

No one knows whether the reinforcements on the banks of the Ganges after the bloody battle will arrive as expected.

But Hajim insisted on going out of the city, and there was not much time left for them. No one would know what would happen in the city when the food stock was exhausted. He didn't want to be hacked to death by his hungry subordinates. If he had the opportunity— —Anyone should choose to fight hard.

The pointed helmet dropped the outline of the iron nose guard in the middle of his field of vision, and he turned on his horse, raising his big eyes with restlessness and fear slightly to signal to open the city gate.

Without emotion or farewell, the four-hundred-step cavalry walked towards the battlefield with silent steps.

The fighting started when Hajim's troops crossed the first trench. It seems that the well-trained Mughal siege army still maintained the vigilance of elite soldiers no matter how long it passed. The hatchet slapped the horse and charged, as if even knowing that it was facing a four hundred-step cavalry, it still had no hesitation.

The three arrows that hit the breastplate from the front did not pose a threat to him. The real fatal wound was the spear point that swept across the throat. The other side of the spear was held in Hajim's hand. Let his yelling stop abruptly.

The roar that was cut off suddenly could still penetrate the thick fog on the battlefield. With the white Arabian horse neighing, the entire camp seemed to come alive. There were sounds of pulling horses, scolding, and weapons colliding from all directions. sound.

It stands to reason that Hajim should have ordered to charge north at this time, but he did not rush to kill indiscriminately because his subordinates had already shouted towards the place where they heard the sound.

Very reckless, but also very effective.

The Mughal siege army was the one that was raided. Even if the commander of the army was cautious enough to leave sentries, most of the soldiers were still awake from sleep and had no time to put on their armor. They rushed into the fog with their weapons in hand, and then Killed by arrows shot from nowhere.

Hajim's sudden attack brought terrible confusion to the Mughal besieging army. The thick fog fueled their momentum. Dozens of horsemen galloped left and right in the camp with spears and swords, and the infantry took advantage of the situation to slash and kill.

They didn't wear shoes, but they ran very fast, and their uniform armor was much better than the besieging army who hadn't woken up, and they gained a lot in a short period of time.

However, after the Mughal commander organized the Musketeers, the situation suddenly reversed. When the gunfire flickered on the battlefield, the slave soldiers who had been tempted by the one-sided massacre before realized that their formation had already been disintegrated into a mess.

However, the siege army, which was scattered at first, gathered more and more, formed a battle formation, divided and surrounded them, and added bullets and arrows... Most people, it was too late to run at this time.

Only the dozens of pacers who followed Hajim to the north through the camp at the beginning had a chance to break out of the encirclement.

The fighting lasted only for a moment, and the cavalry led by Hajim swept across the camp like a gust of wind, smashing fire and destroying the village, and rushed to kill the enemy.

More infantry have barely formed formations in the rear, fighting and retreating.

In fact, it was not called forming an formation. They were just defeated and ran northward in a swarm, but they couldn't get out.

The Mughal cavalry rushed around them slowly like cats playing with mice, knocking down the unarmed soldiers who had just got up from time to time, and strangled those who were still stubbornly resisting with their spears.

Hajim knew that this was the tactic of the Mughal cavalry. Their musketeers and infantrymen were lining up behind them, and the two thousand commanders gathered together and walked slowly and chatted. In their eyes, the battle had already been won.

"We have nothing left, we cannibalize people's salary."

Originally, Hajim just wanted to avenge his old master. He went out of the city and killed many enemy troops. He has no more worries, and his subordinates are almost lost. Even if there is a boat waiting for him on the Ganges, where else can he go?
He looked around and said, "Swear allegiance to the death."

But just when he was about to charge towards the enemy again, what they saw first was that the enemy's formation showed some turmoil for no reason. From the back formation to the front, there were noises of marching troops from several directions. .

Then, there seemed to be knives, guns, swords and halberds protruding from the edge of the dense fog. They were countless Toungoo people. They wore foreheads or round hats on their heads. Stepping forward, they have a strong appearance of the Toungoo Army, and it is also easy for people to see their past military status.

After the battle of the three-eyed blunderbuss of the Nanyang military government, the Burmese Xuanwei Division ruled the government. The Mang Yinglong era left tens of thousands of soldiers who lost their use. Except for the limited guards recruited by each government, a large number of defeated soldiers Enter the temple that sprung up like mushrooms after the abbot Sui Tianshi entered Myanmar, and became a Buddhist care temple property.

The foreheads of these people are also plain, and they wrote the letter "Pursue all living beings". They look like a group of bandits and robbers or farmers with weapons, but their walking steps are very vigorous like the method of marching. There was no Amitabha Buddha in Xuannan, and they rushed into the formation to confront the Mughal army indiscriminately.

A huge shock came from behind Hajim.

At this moment, several groups of monks and soldiers were marching from both sides of the dozen or so cavalry holding high flags and long flags. These people were different from the infantry who first joined the battlefield. Most of them were shaved and wore plain scarves. The horizontal team does not wear armor, but wears brown robes with cross shoulders and holds bird guns and rockets. Among them, there are burly and shirtless people holding up flags with the words "Guangxiao", "Liurong", "Xilai" and "Haizhu".

Immediately after, more monk squads were also shaved, each wearing monk robes with bare shoulders, wearing rosary beads, lined with iron armor and holding long sticks with iron hoops, and some monk soldiers also dressed in the same outfit but straddled war horses, held spears sideways and held high flags On it, there are various flags such as "North Shaoshi", "South Shaolin" and "Wutai".

The only difference is that they don't wear hoods, wear purple crowns, indigo-painted faces, and red cloth covering the top, showing the appearance of Dharma Protector Garan Bodhisattva, and slowly press towards the battlefield.

Behind them came the source of heavy footsteps.

The battle elephant in gold armor and carrying a golden lotus walked forward slowly, while slightly shaking, Abbot Tianshi of Xishaolin was wearing a brassed diamond breastplate and wearing a purple cassock. Putting your hands together, looking down at the fierce battle in front of you as nothing, bowing your head and reciting the Buddha's name, asking: "This benefactor, is there any monk Shizi in the city?"

(End of this chapter)